Like alley cats or rabid bats
We are children of the night
Slinking through the darkness
We keep away from light

*Adam’s Apples!
Never rot!
Adam’s Apples!
Never rot!
Adam’s Apples!
*Never rot!

Winged evil produce
Coming to your neighborhood
Freshest fruit left to go bad
Hated and misunderstood

*Chorus*

We like Milo!
We like Glen!
The Bouncing Souls
Will rise again!

*Chorus*